Other Work*

I need to issue a Light Posting Alert for the rest of this week.  Because where I was once one and now we are two, we’re moving from my modest accommodation:

… to more palatial digs just across the road, so to speak:

Fortunately, we have few household belongings, relatively speaking.  Ye Olde Ammoe Locquer, however…

Wish me luck.

*Note:  this post may contain just a wee  bit of exaggeration.


  1. Moving houses is the biggest rectal angina known to man. I already told my wife I don’t plan on ever moving again, she can bury my ass in the back yard when I shuffle off this mortal coil.

  2. I’m with the other Mark D. Thirty years in the last place, it took forever to pack; we never did find some things. (Two years later we still have boxes that have the kids’ things in them. They’ll claim them. Some day. For sure.)

    Then we had the whole DMV, change address, multi-state tax situation to deal with. I am not doing that again.

    1. Oh, yeah, packing, moving and unpacking was just part of it. OTOH I moved from NJ to PA, and attended my first ever gun show in PA.

      Funny story (at least it’s funny now, wasn’t at the time). We had a pretty tight schedule on moving day. The movers were coming to our old house in NJ, pack up the trucks (two trucks) and take our stuff away, they’d come to our new house next morning. We had a deadline at which we had to be out of the old house so we could make the two hour drive (with two cars loaded to the roofs with stuff we didn’t want the movers to take) to go to the closing in PA. We’re doing pretty well, first truck is almost loaded and then they’ll switch trucks, and town Department of Public Works comes by and digs up the street right in front of my driveway, stranding the truck there. Seems some weeks before the gas company dug up the streets all around the town to replace gas valves, didn’t do a proper job of patching the holes, so DPW decided that was the day they had to re-patch. Set us back about an hour. We arrived late at the closing but still got everything done. Now they COULD’VE done the patch up the street and come back to mine, but no, government employees and all that.

      1. I’ll celebrate the 40th anniversary of my escape from New Jersey on December 14. We moved all the way to Oklahoma and it was one of the best things we’ve done in our lives. After I settled into the new job and house I bought a Winchester 94 just because. Its had goodly number of children, grandchildren and great grand children in a variety of finishes, actions, and calibers. We celebrate diversity here.

        I still go back for weddings, funerals and family reunions. Unfortunately the funerals are happening more often than the fun events. On the last trip I noticed that it cost me nothing to enter Jersey but there was toll charge of $2.00 to leave the state. That was the best $2.00 I ever spent.

        Where’s home in PA? My parents grew up in the Scranton area and I’ve got cousins in that same part of the world.

        1. Unfortunately the funerals are happening more often than the fun events.

          On the upside, that means that the need to go back will be declining over time, and eventually will cease altogether!

    2. I’m laughing because We’ve been moving the last two weeks. Only a couple clicks down the road, so a friend’s pick up truck for the large stuff, and then run after run in our SUV for everything else. Everything is in the new (to us) place now, figure another week to put things right.

      I’ve also let the better half know “this is it, I’m not moving again while I’m upright.”

  3. Lake Ariel, PA, about 20 minutes East of Scranton. A community called The Hideout. My wife’s family has vacationed here since long before I married in almost 20 years ago, six years ago my brother-in-law and sister-in-law bought a vacation home here. Last year my wife lost her job, we couldn’t afford to stay in NJ on one income, and we decided to make the move. I now work from home (giving up over four hours a day of commuting). We sold our old home, paid off what we owed, bought a new home with money in the bank. No mortgage, taxes a third of what they were (in fact my taxes and POA fees together cost about what commuting used to) and I have time to enjoy my life (back in NJ my Monday-Friday life was get-up/commute/work/commute/eat dinner/sleep/rinse/repeat). I left home at 6 am and got back at 7 or 7:30. I have my first cup of coffee on my deck in back (weather permitting) and after work I have time to do things.

    I knew I’d moved to America when I saw signs that the local volunteer fire and rescue squad was hosting a gun raffle as a fund-raiser. I could only imagine the Pants Shitting Hysteria that would’ve ensued over such a thing in NJ (they’d have been accused of trying to drum-up business with all the people who’d be shot by the guns they dispensed).

  4. That is mighty high-living “White Privilege” in the first two pictures above and a better than a candy store picture in the one below them.

    I moved a bunch of times over the years, sometimes across town and other time about 1,000 miles. An observation I made was when you move a long distance you organize you stuff, pack it and throw away what you don’t need however a local move, usually using a smaller truck or a friend’s pick up can drag on for days and days and crap you don’t need often gets moved to the new location so it can rest in place once more.

    Wish you luck this week and since you downsized just a few years ago you might be in good shape, depending upon what your new bride brings along, so have fun and congratulations on your new circumstances.

  5. One of the advantages of being on active duty was moving every 2-3 years forced a culling each time.

    Now after 25 years in the same house, I’ve started culling stuff. Darlin’ Daughter moving out and clearing some space started the momentum. At the current rate, should be done about the time I die (at which point all the gun and shooting stuff moves to her place).

    Good luck on the move.

    1. Roger that, Randy. My last move was 1993, after 22 years of pulling up stakes every 2-3 years. Future Ex-Wife didn’t understand why I made such a ceremony of pulling a bunch of packing boxes up the hill and burning them.

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